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(Monday, New Year’s Day, 2018) super moon Cancer / tarot Lovers

If this dream is an omen for the coming year, it is hard to decipher. Yesterday’s dream was more clear. The number one lucky hatsuyume dream for the Japanese is about Mount Fuji. This dream does have a mountain:

I stand close to the top of a steep brown peak that rises at the edge of the ocean. The atmosphere is the grey void. Two rows of humans bob up out of the sea and climb the crag, side-by-side. I find it miraculous that they are able to ascend the wet clay soil of the mountain.

At the midpoint of the elevation the people enter two tunnels which guide them higher, to the inside of two square, brown adobe structures. The adobe rooms are connected internally by an open doorway, and each room also has a portal to the outside world. I wait at this opening of the building on the left, escorting people out who have finished their vertical pilgrimage.

Unexpectedly, I receive an oral alert from the nearby pine forest. It is my turn to enter the adobes.

I assume that the interior space will have a sacred, oracular environment like Delphi, but above ground, not below ground. There is a warm, orange hearth burning, and a simple wooden table, probably made of oak. On the earthen floor, next to the table, lays a huge chocolate cake, the exact size of the tabletop. I think this is surprising and funny. It’s a giant, moist fudge brownie. Some people have scooped out tiny bits to eat but others have jumped into the middle of the cake, as if crushing grapes with their feet or playing in the mud with their galoshes.

Day notes:

Brown: earthiness, worldliness, physical comfort, roots, excrement. The clay I work with is red-brown. A brownie is a household elf, a sprite or hobgoblin. Fudge: an instance of faking or ambiguity.

Tunnel: birth, entrance to the unconscious, our deeper selves. These remind me of the two energy channels Buddhists describe that follow the spinal column, one yin, one yang.

Mountain: attainments achieved by facing the difficulties of life; ascent is associated with purification or refinement.

Hearth: nuturance, security, gathering, contemplation, our sacred muse.

Cake: sweetness, love, high-energy food, “have your cake and eat it too,” “that takes the cake.”

Two: balance, yin & yang, service, soul purpose.

Table: awareness of options, social unity, “off the table: no more discussions, let it go!”

(Sunday, December 31, 2017) full moon Gemini / tarot maiden of cups reversed

The exact full moon tomorrow, New Year’s Day, is a super moon, the largest moon of 2018. Indigenous people call the January full moon “Wolf Moon.”

I dream I am a vibrant, social woman in my early forties. I have just moved into a large new house with my family. My husband is healthy, wealthy and wise. Our home is filled with extended family and friends. The environment is chaotic but joyful. (Because of the energetic activity level, details of this dream are too complex to recall completely.)

Black Wolf Romeo sits quietly in a corner of the living room. He is our pet, a family member. He has the deep serenity and calm of a giant Newfoundland. His soft fur shimmers like satin. He is beautiful and loving, a highly spiritual presence.

I head to the basement on a short errand. The lower level is the children’s play area. Dozens of them run about, giggling at each other, barely noticing me. I see how pleasant this place is for them. It has floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of green, rolling hills. The shape of the house is not rectangular, so the big windows angle against each other in an interesting, creative formation.

I go back to the main level. I notice that Black Wolf Romeo has left a thin stream of urine on the floor, thickened with clay dust or sand. At first I am irritated that my sister Jamie, who is in a room at a far-off part of the house, did not let Romeo outside to do his business. Quickly I realize that I am being unfair to Jamie, and I also remember that Romeo is wild. He is not domesticated. He has never been paper trained!

I relax and continue a conversation I have been having with a young woman visitor. We have attended several parties together, but still do not know each other very well. I want to send out invitations to a house-naming party. I want to give my home a title, in the style of old English manor houses, and even as in the small thatched roof cottages of Compton Dundon, the village near Glastonbury. She is resistant. She doesn’t like the name I have chosen, which includes the word “leap.” I think of “ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing” and explain to her that the house was purchased in a leap year (2016?).

Day notes:

When I awoke from this dream I wondered if it was a vision of my leap into a next incarnation. The woman was blessed in every possible way, not my experience in this lifetime. The presence of Romeo made me profoundly grateful within the dream itself. He was animal wisdom and perfection. Unconditional love.

Tuesday, July 30, 2024: We did buy our new house on Rustic Lodge in the spring of 2020, a leap year.

(Wednesday, December 20, 2017) moon waxing crescent Capricorn / tarot Star

A visually simple dream that takes place in a near-void. Grey and dim. No walls or ceilings or floors.

A woman sits at the center of a white table. She is a writer, masterfully guiding a dream workshop. She must be Victoria, but she doesn’t look like Victoria. Her hair is lighter in color, silvery-brown. She wears less jewelry than Victoria’s decorative Santa Fe style.

I sit at the far end of the white table, which reminds me of the table at Susan’s workshop in Virginia Beach that Bonnie and I attended. Next to me is a young woman poet, a gifted, professional writer. She sits very close, nearly embracing me, and quietly, lovingly describes my poetic genius. With gratitude, I purse my lips in Jill Purce’s “rabbit mouth” posture, chanting: “mindfunda!”

Day notes:

I have been unusually depressed this fall, experiencing deep shame from poor life decisions of decades past. One night I even felt I deserved to die. On a spiritual level I understand that I am paying karmic debts, willingly, but my ego feels sorrow and remorse. Alchemical yellowing. Monday Peter asked the Dreamsters if we were open to inviting a friend of his to become a new member, and I thought this might be the right time for me to step away from our dream group. I constantly struggle with the Ullman method and with the psychology of dreams, even though I have read dozens (maybe hundreds) of books on the subject. I often feel that I offer little contribution to the Dreamsters. Last night I was obsessed with this anxiety for hours. So the dream calmed me a bit.

I received an email today from Cullan’s girlfriend Hillary, who is a professional writer. A loving young woman.

Great fun in my studio today working on Black Wolf Romeo. Tuesday morning after dream group I had this inspiration: create clay sculptures for people of their dream images or spirit animals. Cullan could help me with the website.

The table in my home office, where I used to host the Dreamsters, is white.

I have four hundred dreams recorded in this blog. At some point I would like to make them available to IASD researchers, if that is of value. The way dreams are written is critical to me.

I created a fun, hip-looking logo this week for a new program at work called “Mindfit.”

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